[There's a slight nod of his head, confirming Tseng's assumption.]

... That night, you reminded me of someone who was important to me. [As a simple understatement to the significance of his brother's influence — and we will make no following connections between the sexually charged nature of his encounter with Tseng, under those circumstances.] Our relationship was — complicated. I craved his approval during the most formative years of my life. I'm not saying that when I look at you, I see him instead, but... that was the sort of mindset I had in that moment. I wasn't entirely clear-headed under the influence of Clubs.

[It takes vulnerability to speak on this, demonstrated by the way he pauses, eating quietly before continuing.]

I prefer honesty, because I'm more accustomed to lies. And I don't want you to ever put up with something simply because you know I would enjoy it. Half of my enjoyment is in the service of my partner's own.

[He expects Tseng might understand this.]

Was there anything you... didn't like about that experience? Or, something in particular you did?